I wanted to write a funny post about what a Berkeley weekend I've had, but only parts of it are funny, so I'm not sure how to write it up. On Friday night, I went to my friend G's house, and we brewed up some beer. G has been brewing for something like 2 years now, and I've really appreciated that he's let me sort of glom on to the process and learn a little bit about it. I'm going to start brewing when I move. I would've started earlier, except that I don't have much room in my place, and also each batch makes something like 50 beers, and having two people regularly producing 50 beers within a relatively small friend group is just too much beer.
Anyway, on Friday night, a small group of us were brewing up some raspberry ale (it's raspberry season right now, and the raspberries are plentiful, cheap, and delicious). We were standing in the kitchen, being generally extremely nerdy and philosophical by turns. One friend in particular was talking about how he'd like to re-do the U.S. government. He had some really, really interesting ideas (I think), like adding lobbyists as a fourth branch of government. The thing is, they are the fourth branch of government right now. They're just invisible and unregulated, and it's totally screwing a lot of things up. So we were talking about how to regulate that and bring it out into the open; what you'd have to do to really make the "lobby" an official branch of government.
Then another friend pointed out that this was probably someone's worst nightmare: five Berkeley grad students brewing beer in a kitchen in Oakland, talking about how to restructure the government. (Actually, it's probably my dad's worst nightmare. Love you, Dad.)
But I loved it. It was so fun and interesting. I love thought experiments, and this was a really good one.
Then yesterday, I read an article about a movie that just got released this weekend, Fruitvale Station. The article said you should go see it if for no other reason than the fact that it's by a black director and stars a mostly black cast of really talented actors, and it represents a unique and important point of view that basically never gets portrayed on the big screen. And the article said that the movie was under a limited release this weekend, and that if it did well, it might be released more widely.
Besides that, the only thing I knew about this movie is that it was about Oscar Grant. Oscar Grant was shot in the back by a BART police officer on New Year's Eve the first year I lived in Berkeley. It was a huge deal out here. He was unarmed, and he died a few hours later, and the whole thing resulted in protests and looting in Oakland.
So I knew going in that it had something to do with the incident, which is the story of a black man getting shot and killed by a white police officer, and that it was by a black director (apparently originally from Oakland, although I learned that later) and was starring black actors. That's all I knew.
I felt really weird about the movie. It was indisputably a very good movie. What felt weird about it was that I knew Oscar Grant was going to die. That was kind of the point of the movie. Well, no, the point of the movie was to portray a (fictionalized?) version of the last day of Oscar Grant's life. It's his mom's birthday, he stops by the grocery store to pick up some crab so his grandma can make her famous gumbo for everybody. He takes his daughter to preschool, he drops her off at her cousins' so he can go out with his girlfriend for New Year's Eve. On the one hand, it's just a normal day in the life of a flawed but well-meaning human being. But the movie really felt like it was at pains to make you like Oscar Grant. It felt a little too heavy handed at points, like the scene where a dog gets hit by a car, and he runs out into the street and holds the dog in his arms as it slips away. It's a short, very painful scene, and it's completely obvious that the only point of it is to make us see what a loving person Oscar Grant is. It doesn't connect with any other aspects of the plot. And come to think of it, it's in stark contrast to the scene immediately following it, where Oscar drives out to a parking lot to make a drug deal. I guess that's the point, but it just felt like it was trying too hard sometimes.
It's hard to know how I would have felt about the movie if I didn't know anything about the whole situation. What's interesting is that even though I felt the heavy handedness of it at points, and even though I knew what was going to happen, I was still absolutely horrified when he was shot. That's why I have to say that it was a very good movie. Even though I could feel the mechanics of it a little bit too much - like I could feel it working on me - the reality is that it did work on me, and it's hard to argue with that.
The big takeaway for me was that even if everything leading up to the scene where he gets shot was completely fictionalized, I came away hurting for Oscar Grant and his family, because the point is that he was a person, and even if he was flawed, he certainly didn't deserve to die. And my personal opinion is that even if the guy who shot him did do it completely on accident (which seems somewhat likely, although admittedly it's not like I know that much about it), he should have done longer than 11 months of jail time.
So we came out of the movie, and we decided to go for a beer. It was pretty intense, and we wanted to decompress rather than head straight home by ourselves. We walked around the block, and our normal spot was totally packed and too noisy, so we decided to try Saturn Cafe. Saturn Cafe started in Santa Cruz, and it's a vegetarian and vegan retro-themed diner. Kind of like Steak 'n Shake if it had started in Santa Cruz. Apparently they normally have beer from Bison Brewery, this place in Berkeley that's supposed to do some interesting stuff. So we're looking at the menu, and our waiter comes over, and he's this really cute, skinny, kind of femme little guy, with big plugs in his ears and big black glasses, and a very emphatic way of speaking. We tell him we just saw Fruitvale Station and we want some beer to decompress, and he says, "Well... unfortunately all we have left tonight is PBR." He sees the expressions on our faces and quickly adds, "But we have other alcohol! We have... mimosas." And we all start laughing. And he adds, increasingly awkwardly, "And... champagne. And... Bloody Mary's." So we've just seen a movie about the Oscar Grant fiasco, in a theater full of locals who were here when the whole thing went down, and now we're in a vegetarian diner being offered champagne by a cute little gay boy. What a night.
We ended up "taking a minute to think about it" and then sneaking back outside, then going to Beta Lounge and drinking real beer instead. We talked about the movie a little bit, and lots of other things, and then eventually I came home and went to sleep.
This morning, I heard the verdict from the Trayvon Martin trial, and I'm just feeling really weird about things. It is strange (but important) to realize how much your life is shaped by the color of your skin. I hate it, and it hurts, but it's important to think about it, and to realize how different your entire life would be if you were a different color. Far, far too often it affects the way people look at you, and the way people relate to you, and especially the snap judgments people make of you. When you're white, you don't notice it, because the snap judgments are generally good or neutral ones. But when you're black and there's a gun involved, it damn well seems like you're not going to get the benefit of the doubt.
So there were parts of this weekend that were really fun, but also a lot of it makes me feel a little sick if I really think about it. And now I have to compartmentalize all that stuff and do some work.
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